Thanks to la_spice for providing me with another challenging title for a story in 100 words.
Hope my writing does it justice 
The Old Boot
My strongest childhood memories are my Father’s fisherman tales.
Then, the port of Lucklorth bustled with trawlers, clanking lobster baskets and Father, aboard the Old Boot, bringing in his catch.
The boat was affectionately named after my Mother and her enthusiasm for darning everything, including footwear. Father could buy just one new boot and make a good pair.
She left, whilst he was out at sea and I was scouring rock pools.
I never saw her again, her infectious smile, her caring eyes.
She said he loved the sea.
But he loved the Old Boot most of all.
© Frances Pallett
la_spice
Nice one!